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"That season they sent a runner down to the Pawnees towas the whites had brung out

Pawnees sent to the Otoes, an' the Otoes told the round wherever hit coain

Nacherl, when the runners co really was,

all the Injuns, every tribe, said if the white ot to stay back

"Us trappers an' traders got along purty ith the Injuns--they

could get things they wanted at the posts or the Rendyvous, an' that was

all right They had pelts to sell But now these movers didn't buy

nothin' an' didn't sell nothin' They just went on through, a-carryin'

this thing for buryin' the buffler Froht the whites Ye kain't blao nigh a thousand whites drops down in Oregon Next year

come fifteen hundred, an' in '45 twicet that many, an' so it has went,

doublin, an' doublin' Six or seven thousand whites go up the Platte

this season, an' a right son Them 'at does'll carry plows

"Ma'am, if the brave that sunk a arrer in yore plow beam didn't kill

yore plow hit warn't because he didn't want to Hit's the truth--the

plow does bury the buffler, an' fer keeps! Ye kain't kill a plow, ner